oh that benevolent buckle-stopping
that came from his eyes, that
brilliance. pulling me from the
conversation with one wink across
the ring
then TKO: out of chasing definition,
out of rising palpitation and finally, out of
those goddamned christmas eves of dissalvation.
those eyes beaconing me, sending a tiny gesture
no one else would see and then: we were ha. and
i was again loose. fine. shook it off. he gave me
spar and irreverent and they.
i had all that.
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